Novel & Cerita Please Come Home Hoodie

she looked at herself, she was wearing a black sports bra with loose workout pants. “There will be many men out there. You should not go like this.” he refused, shaking his head. “Here.” and took his hoodie off and put it on her shoulders. “Wear it properly or else one of us will die in Dong-Hoon brother’s hands.” she rolled her eyes, wearing his hoodie which now hid her belly perfectly.

Siddharth was standing at the door. He is wearing a black and grey hoodie with dark lower. I can't see his eyes properly because of his hood cap on his head. His both hands are in his hoodie pocket and he didn't wear anything under it. His hoodie zipper is little lower giving me the full view of his bare chest. He removed his hood cap and walked to us and touched mom and Dad's feets. He didn't even look at me once. Did he angry on me? Sweat is dripping from the side of his face indicating his workout in gym.

But thankfully, it's only him that remembered, not Phyllis. Seated comfortably in a coffee shop in East City, he sipped his coffee as he waited for Hill, his online friend that he impulsively invited for a coffee. 'He said he'll wear the Grand Monster hoodie that we bought online…' He looked around and saw no one who wore the same hoodie that he was wearing. Cling-ring! The sound of the door chime ringing prompted Zacharias to look at the entrance. There he saw a person wearing the Grand Monster hoodie. But…

Besides, a part of him is just relieved that Ellie and Jae still want to be friends. He’s wearing Dallas’s hoodie, because it’s comfy and he kept it after Dallas spent the night. He still chuckles when he thinks of Dallas walking home topless because Ford refused to give his hoodie back. As he walks into the party behind Ellie and Jae, he brings the collar of the hoodie up over his nose, hiding inside it, and feeling comforted by the smell of Dallas still clinging to the fabric, even if the primary smell is Axe body spray. It’s less intimidating than wearing Dallas’s jersey, less eye-catching for the masses.

he said. It was a small black hoodie. I didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s, but I took it. “Call me,” he said, turning to leave. “If you want to go home. I’ll come get you, okay.” He walked away without saying anything more. I stood still. My fingers held the hoodie. I smelled it. It smelled like fresh soap. Just when I thought I could breathe, I heard the sound of a car stopping close by. I turned my head and saw a silver car pull up.

And as he stalked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, there she was again, leaning against the counter in an old hoodie, his hoodie actually, one he didn’t even remember leaving lying around and stirring her tea like the most graceful menace alive. She didn’t look up. She didn’t even try to pretend to care that he was there. And for some reason, that got under his skin more than it should have. "You’re stealing my clothes now?" he asked, grabbing a bottle of water. She didn't even look up as she replied. "You live here. I live here. It’s called communal resources." He stared. "That hoodie cost $900." She sipped her tea. "Sounds like a you problem."

Music shook through the floorboards, a pulsing bass that vibrated against his ribs and blurred conversation into a background hum of laughter and shouted lyrics. He'd swapped his worn hoodie for a clean, black team jersey before heading into the chaos. It wasn’t official gear, just one of the extras the team had printed for fundraisers, but the girls never cared. Something about the logo, the stitched nameplate, and the way it fit across his shoulders made them lose their minds. Confidence came easy when you had home ice advantage.

Iris POV. The hoodie they got over me was very comfortable, hiding most of me and keeping me warm, I didn't tell them, but I'm cold most days, it's really cold around here, I'm only warm when I curl up on myself and nap in my hiding places. "You can pick all the stuffies you want," Zane says, letting me go and buy everything I want, I missed having so many stuffies like back at home, although all of mine were put away in another room, papa didn't allow me to put them in bed with us.

he tells me as I start to look at labels of things, woah they were a lot of numbers. "Most of these pieces are way expensive" I say looking back at Cody who was just leaning against the door of the wardrobe "I'm good with like a £5 top from a random shop, see this hoodie it's not even mine" I say pulling the hoodie forward I was wearing, it was freezing this morning so I grabbed this and Cody's coat to keep me warm.

Almost everywhere I was, if I was being honest. I sighed, my voice barely above a whisper when I asked. “This is it, huh? Our new home.” She nodded, pulling on the strings of her hoodie. It was the first time I had seen her in something other than a suit, and it fitted her in an odd feminine way. “For now. It’s safe. No one will think to look for us here.”